"Your Highness, he…"
Mu Qingfeng raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Jiamian, instinctively trying to speak in his own defense.
Unfortunately, the moment his gaze met Xiao Jinan's icy, piercing eyes, all the words lodged in his throat. His face drained of color, his limbs went cold, and his body stiffened as though frozen in place.
He had followed Xiao Jinan for many years.
He knew far too well what that look meant.
It was the gaze the King of Huainan wore when his fury had reached its peak, when killing someone was no longer a thought, but an intention.
But today, that gaze was not directed at Jiang Jiamian, the person Mu Qingfeng had believed would unquestionably bear the brunt of the punishment.
It was fixed on him.
Nothing had gone the way he expected.
"Guards."
Xiao Jinan's voice was calm, devoid of emotion. His eyes lowered slightly to the servants kneeling on the ground as he spoke.
